the writers' corner!

Koyi

Cheesoholic
no one will read this but idk if I'm allowed to post stories?
I had to translate everything cause I originally made this for school so sorry if the English is bad
I run through the forest. Where am I? How did I get here? Who am I? Everything around me is spinning. I can't think straight, but I keep running. I fall. It feels like I'm falling for hours. It's dark. I wake up by the sound of birds. I lay on the grass and I look up. The trees are so tall and the sky is blue. I feel thirsty and I find out that I have to find water as soon as possible. I get up and I start to walk. As the time goes by I become more and more thirsty. The clothes I'm wearing are ripped and my shoes are starting to get destroyed too. Water, water was the only think I could think about, how it runs down my throat. My tongue is dry and my head hurts. I keep walking through the forest. I don't know if I'm walking in a circle or straight forward. I feel weak and I fall down on the soft grass. It's hot outside and it's a nice day. Is this the day I die? I hear the sound of birds and the trees swaying in the wind. I also hear the sound of water. Wait. Water? I get up quickly and I look around me. There's a stream in front of me. I throw myself forward and dip my face in the stream. I drink and feel how my body reacts to the cold running substance. This stream will be my base. From here on, I will do everything. I'll keep exploring without getting lost. I will carve X's on the trees I pass. I keep walking deeper into the forest. It gets darker and darker and darker. The sky goes from light blue to orange and then, to black. I still see because of the moonlight. After a while I see something different in the forest. Can it be? There was a little house in front of me. I decided that I was going to explore the house in the morning. I walk back to the stream to sleep. Next day is almost as nice as yesterday. I start that day by drinking from the stream, but I feel hungry. After I drank, I start walking to the house. The house is old and made out of tree. It has four windows and one door. I walk to the door and try to open it. It's locked, so I gather all my power and throw myself to the door. The door broke and fell down on the floor, and I got inside. Dust flies everywhere and there cobwebs everywhere. There's a bed, a kitchen, two cupboards and a large cupboard made by metal. I walked to the kitchen first and I open one of the cupboards. I found tuna in a box and a fork. I open the other cupboard and I found a backpack, shoes, a jacket, a thermos flask, a lighter and two gloves. Now there's only the metal cupboard left. I walk to the cupboard and I try to open it. It's locked. I punch the cupboard as hard as I can but it still wouldn't open. I decide to leave but right when I was about to get out, I tripped on a carpet. I saw something shiny under the carpet. I picked it up and it was a key. I get up and I try to open the cupboard and it worked. There was a gun, a knife and two bullets. I take the gun and the bullets and I put it in my pocket. It was hot outside, and I was thirsty. I went back to the stream. When I got there I started drinking and eating. I found out that I couldn't stay in the forest anymore. I had to leave. I fill the thermos flask with water and I load the gun. I walked on a path I've never been before. I walk all day. When it got dark I made a campfire. I couldn't sleep because animals were screaming. The next day I take a sip of the water and I feel the hunger burning in my entire body. I walk and walk until the forest stops, and a new path begins. The path looks like it leads to infinity, so I keep going. Every path leads somewhere, right? Suddenly a deer jumps in front of me out of nowhere. It stands still and looks at me. I pull out the gun to shoot. The deer starts running and I focus on the deer and I slowly pull the trigger and shoot. I could hear the loud sound of the gun and how I get pulled backwards. The deer keeps running over a hill. Eleven bullets to go. One hour turns into two hours and then three hours. What's that in front of me? Is it a car? I run to it and yes, it's a car. One of the doors are open and I go in. The key was still in and it worked so I drove down the hill. The car was old and didn't go that fast but it was faster than walking. All of a sudden I see skyscrapers by the horizon. More and more houses. The cars are abandoned and the houses doesn't have windows and clothes are on the street. All of a sudden the car stops and I wouldn't start again. I open the door and get out. There's a grocery store in front of me. I walk to it but there's barely anything in there. I found a box of cookies. I eat the cookies as fast as I could and it felt so good. It was getting dark so I layed down on the ground and I fall asleep. I dream about huge shadows flying over the city and people screaming. BANG! I wake up quickly. What was that? I run out on the street. It's silent. BANG! I can't feel my thigh. I feel something warm running down my leg. The blood leave my body quickly and I fall down. I rip off my jacket and put it around my thigh. I was just in time to almost stop the blood before it went dark. Where am I? The bed I'm in is soft. There's a table next to me. My knife is on the table. There's a chair in front of me. There's a man sitting on it. He's sleeping. I grab the knife and I try to stand. A second later I collapse and the man wakes up and pull out a gun. "I don't want to kill you but if you keep doing this I have to." He says. I put away the knife. "Where am I?" I said. "You're in Lynn Rashmi, the city." the man answered. "My name is Daniel." said the man. "You have to stay calm and stay here." Something flew by in my head. I remembered. "I know!" I screamed. "I know where everyone is!" "Daniel you have to come!" "We have to go!" "Do you have a map?" I asked. "Yes, yes, here." I took my knife and made a hole where the location was. A few days later I was ready to walk. We packed everything and was ready to go. The path was long but it was worth it. The darkness came and it was time to camp. We talked as we put up the tents. Suddenly we heard a scream from the forest. There was a bear. It threw itself on top of me. Daniel pulled out the gun and pointed at the bear. When the bear saw the gun it jumped on Daniel instead. Daniel dropped his gun. I reached for Daniel's gun and loaded it. BANG! Everything went silent. I pushed the bear off of Daniel. He fainted. I had to wake him up. The next day I put him on my back and ran. If I was fast I could get there before the sun went down. After many hours I saw it. The mountain. When I got the mountain, I saw a massive door. When I got closer the door opened. People everywhere. Everyone looks at us. A door opens and people with white clothes gets out. They take Daniel and bring him back to where they came from.
It's over now. I made it.
 

Cryaotic

¡Ándale! ¡Ándale!
These are the only bits of writings I have right now that I will bother to share on miceforce and on my discord, should I have more I'll share them here if I remember. If not, I'll put them in the 'Journalism' tab of my profile

[Pain] - I'm not a very big fan of this one, it's too clear and it doesn't make you think the way I intend my readers to.
Fear, does it thrive from pain? What is pain? Was it that agonizing feeling you got as a kid when you fell off your bike and scraped your knee? Or was it when you experienced that little girl, crossing the street all giddy when all of a sudden, a semi truck came by and hit her, knocking the happiness out of her smile and the light from her eyes. Fear, it thrives from pain. Whether it be brought intellectually or physically, it's always there. You feel it everyday, whether you think about it or not. What is pain, and where does it come from? Pain, it's the feeling that eats you from the inside and out. You earn it from experience. You've experienced pain when you scraped your knee and watched your own blood seep from under those ripped layers of skin, whilst you felt the sting of it all. Because of this, you felt sympathy. That crappy feeling you get when you watch someones pain unfold. You witnessed pain when you watched that little girl lose her life to a speeding truck. That day you scraped your knee; you did not anticipate it. You did not expect to scrape you knee and feel that throbbing sting. It wasn't what you wanted. Perhaps, that girl did not intend to get hit by that truck, it wasn't what she wanted. But guess what? You don't always get what you want. Things come and go. No one necessarily enjoys pain, fear, nor empathy, however. Unfortunately, the world is full of it. But the question is, does the world even want it?
-
We live within a cruel society, and lie upon a cruel planet we call Earth, our home. We live in a corrupt home.

[Judgement] - My view on how we, as people, judge each other. The idea was inspired by a 'celebrity'.
"If you let people's perception of you dictate your behavior, you will never grow as a person"
In other words, other peoples words shouldn't reflect any particular sort of adaptivity on your individual human experience. The way you and others perceive the world do not have to lie parallel. We live in a world where people judge you by how society grasps your image.
Allow me to elaborate.
When you look at a celebrity, what do you see? I used to see someone who got exposed for all their mischiefs; caught doing drugs, smoking, crashing at a party, explicit or crude behavior, maybe they're living the good life. Little did we know there is no absolute heaven; what we call the 'good life' is nonexistent in our world. If you don't understand, take a closer look into how our society judges people based on their titles. Celebrities. They aren't perfect, they aren't the rich kids living what we identify as the good life, and they aren't one of those irritable teens we see sneaking alcohol and consuming drugs.
They're people, we're all people. Living a god damned life.
Lets take a look at what we call teenagers.
The ones we see sneaking alcoholic beverages from their parents fridges or cabinets, or maybe even smoking a ciggy in a secretive area. Or perhaps society views them from a different perspective; perhaps teens aren't fully developed, they aren't there yet. They aren't old enough to know this, they can't be trusted with that, they only know this, they can only do that.
They only wear this and they only do that.
Just because you're popular in your precinct, just because they view you in a way society does, doesn't mean you have to adapt to their perception of your title.
Just because you're a teenager and you're viewed as 'cringey' to todays millennials, doesn't mean you have to change yourself for anyone so that they view you from their definition of an accurate person for your individual title.
-
Judgement.
[Judgement (Inspiration)] - VOCAROO AUDIO LINK : CLICK
(This is the story that inspired me to write the bit about judgement. If you're too lazy to read it, you can listen to the audio link. This is from Cole's perspective, and the audio is his voice.)
-
So I thought today, I would highlight a funny little fan encounter that I had. And also, what it means to associate yourself with a group.
So I'm sitting in the library, doing my homework, -And I seem to spend way too much time in the library. Silent, SILENT library; And this young girl had come up to me, and she had said '"Hey you're ____!"' And I had turned to her and said '"NO..."'
No, I'm kidding. I had said 'yes.' And she had asked me a question which I had received all the time; which is 'what is it like to be recognized?' Or 'what is it like to be a celebrity?'
Whatever that means. And I responded the *same* way I always do, which is: '"Well you gain a lot and you lose a lot."' Which to me makes sense, because I've lived with it.
But to her, she had given me this really sort of baffled face. And she said '"What do you mean you lose a lot?"'
And so right then I had an understanding.
Oh, she thinks of a celebrity in a very certain way. And after I talked to her for an extent period of time, she said 'Oh you're totally not stuck up! You're totally not snobby like the rest of the celebrities. You're totally not dumb and doing bad things, and you know, drinking, and getting caught, and this and that and that-'
And I had said 'Well, that's sort of you judging what a celebrity is supposed to be, and then imprinting those ideas upon me.' And she said 'yeah, okay, I kind of get that.'
So we had talked for a little bit, and I had asked her 'hey, you know, where are you from, and what do you do,' and she had said 'Oh I'm this, and I'm 20 years old, I'm from here, and I believe in this,' and after we had talked for a good long while, she said 'hey you know, you're a lot cooler than I thought you would be,' and I was like 'yeah, yeah you're a nice person too.'
And we're on our way, it was all good. And then I realised, I had done the same thing she had done to me. When she had told me all that she was, I had judged her instantly; based on what I knew about the things she called herself.
So I'll use an example, she had said she's 20 years old. And instantly without me realizing it because it happened so fast, I 'knew' what she meant by '20 years old'.
So I associated her with some level of responsibility, oh she's living by herself, and now she's in college, she's a student, she's studying all the time, she probably has a job, she's old enough to know these things, she's not quite 21, she's not quite this, she's not quite that, she's not this, she's not that, and I realized before I knew it, I had judged her by the things she called herself. And what I knew that thing to be, was because I had grown up in a culture that sort of imprinted that idea of that thing in my mind.
So in America, we have a 'good understanding' of what it means to be a republican. Well, most of us.
We have a 'good understanding' of what it means to be a democrat.
In other countries, that might not be the case. They might not know what it means to be democrat or a republican.
They have different systems, their world doesn't work exactly like ours.
You guys see the point. But what I -what I wanted to highlight in this idea, was that there is a balance to these things we call ourselves.
And we judge people based on these balances. Before we allow them to explain themselves, we judge them based on these ideas. So, when she had told me all that she was, 'I'm this, I'm that, I'm this, I'm that'
What she was actually saying at the same time, was 'I'm not this, I'm not that. I'm not this, I'm not that.'
And we tend to lose this emphasis on the balance when we're judging people. We forget that (I've posted a couple posts like this before)
-
We forget what that means.
And we also forget that at the end of the day so many of us live such similar lives, but because we call ourselves something different; we actually distance ourselves from many people, but bring ourselves closer to others as well.
So people keep asking me, 'what is it like to be a celebrity?' And I'll tell you, I gain a lot and I lose a lot.

[Impressment. Anticipated reaction.] - My thoughts I share with specific beings, on how we alter our personas relative to another.
[INSPIRATION: (COLE)TURE]
-
The face you use as a canvas, the clothes you douse yourself in, your armoire aesthetic, your persona attribute; Every discourse of the human social life is intended for a reaction. Though you don't care how the response you receive is given. The thing you concede most to is that when you see someone in public, whether it be someone you know or not, you realize you're going to be seen. The person you come across will notice you, so you decide you must act accordingly.
Now, to the thought that tortures those who ponder: If every time a human is acknowledged by another, and both individuals are acting accordingly of which they are both relative to each others view and acuity, then when will their true human persona lie bare? When will their true opinion and inner intellect stand in view?
-
Must there be an ultimate privacy for the truth to be revealed? Must removing your presence from the situation be the only course of action in order to discover the truth of a scenario?
-
Why must we alter the way we act, our personal image, according to the charisma of the independant human who lies in front of us?
-

When you're trapped in an psychological state of reality, it's the questions that pace through your mind that torture you.
 

Fitz

Pingless
These are the only bits of writings I have right now that I will bother to share on miceforce and on my discord, should I have more I'll share them here if I remember. If not, I'll put them in the 'Journalism' tab of my profile

[Pain] - I'm not a very big fan of this one, it's too clear and it doesn't make you think the way I intend my readers to.
Fear, does it thrive from pain? What is pain? Was it that agonizing feeling you got as a kid when you fell off your bike and scraped your knee? Or was it when you experienced that little girl, crossing the street all giddy when all of a sudden, a semi truck came by and hit her, knocking the happiness out of her smile and the light from her eyes. Fear, it thrives from pain. Whether it be brought intellectually or physically, it's always there. You feel it everyday, whether you think about it or not. What is pain, and where does it come from? Pain, it's the feeling that eats you from the inside and out. You earn it from experience. You've experienced pain when you scraped your knee and watched your own blood seep from under those ripped layers of skin, whilst you felt the sting of it all. Because of this, you felt sympathy. That crappy feeling you get when you watch someones pain unfold. You witnessed pain when you watched that little girl lose her life to a speeding truck. That day you scraped your knee; you did not anticipate it. You did not expect to scrape you knee and feel that throbbing sting. It wasn't what you wanted. Perhaps, that girl did not intend to get hit by that truck, it wasn't what she wanted. But guess what? You don't always get what you want. Things come and go. No one necessarily enjoys pain, fear, nor empathy, however. Unfortunately, the world is full of it. But the question is, does the world even want it?
-
We live within a cruel society, and lie upon a cruel planet we call Earth, our home. We live in a corrupt home.

[Judgement] - My view on how we, as people, judge each other. The idea was inspired by a 'celebrity'.
"If you let people's perception of you dictate your behavior, you will never grow as a person"
In other words, other peoples words shouldn't reflect any particular sort of adaptivity on your individual human experience. The way you and others perceive the world do not have to lie parallel. We live in a world where people judge you by how society grasps your image.
Allow me to elaborate.
When you look at a celebrity, what do you see? I used to see someone who got exposed for all their mischiefs; caught doing drugs, smoking, crashing at a party, explicit or crude behavior, maybe they're living the good life. Little did we know there is no absolute heaven; what we call the 'good life' is nonexistent in our world. If you don't understand, take a closer look into how our society judges people based on their titles. Celebrities. They aren't perfect, they aren't the rich kids living what we identify as the good life, and they aren't one of those irritable teens we see sneaking alcohol and consuming drugs.
They're people, we're all people. Living a god damned life.
Lets take a look at what we call teenagers.
The ones we see sneaking alcoholic beverages from their parents fridges or cabinets, or maybe even smoking a ciggy in a secretive area. Or perhaps society views them from a different perspective; perhaps teens aren't fully developed, they aren't there yet. They aren't old enough to know this, they can't be trusted with that, they only know this, they can only do that.
They only wear this and they only do that.
Just because you're popular in your precinct, just because they view you in a way society does, doesn't mean you have to adapt to their perception of your title.
Just because you're a teenager and you're viewed as 'cringey' to todays millennials, doesn't mean you have to change yourself for anyone so that they view you from their definition of an accurate person for your individual title.
-
Judgement.
[Judgement (Inspiration)] - VOCAROO AUDIO LINK : CLICK
(This is the story that inspired me to write the bit about judgement. If you're too lazy to read it, you can listen to the audio link. This is from Cole's perspective, and the audio is his voice.)
-
So I thought today, I would highlight a funny little fan encounter that I had. And also, what it means to associate yourself with a group.
So I'm sitting in the library, doing my homework, -And I seem to spend way too much time in the library. Silent, SILENT library; And this young girl had come up to me, and she had said '"Hey you're ____!"' And I had turned to her and said '"NO..."'
No, I'm kidding. I had said 'yes.' And she had asked me a question which I had received all the time; which is 'what is it like to be recognized?' Or 'what is it like to be a celebrity?'
Whatever that means. And I responded the *same* way I always do, which is: '"Well you gain a lot and you lose a lot."' Which to me makes sense, because I've lived with it.
But to her, she had given me this really sort of baffled face. And she said '"What do you mean you lose a lot?"'
And so right then I had an understanding.
Oh, she thinks of a celebrity in a very certain way. And after I talked to her for an extent period of time, she said 'Oh you're totally not stuck up! You're totally not snobby like the rest of the celebrities. You're totally not dumb and doing bad things, and you know, drinking, and getting caught, and this and that and that-'
And I had said 'Well, that's sort of you judging what a celebrity is supposed to be, and then imprinting those ideas upon me.' And she said 'yeah, okay, I kind of get that.'
So we had talked for a little bit, and I had asked her 'hey, you know, where are you from, and what do you do,' and she had said 'Oh I'm this, and I'm 20 years old, I'm from here, and I believe in this,' and after we had talked for a good long while, she said 'hey you know, you're a lot cooler than I thought you would be,' and I was like 'yeah, yeah you're a nice person too.'
And we're on our way, it was all good. And then I realised, I had done the same thing she had done to me. When she had told me all that she was, I had judged her instantly; based on what I knew about the things she called herself.
So I'll use an example, she had said she's 20 years old. And instantly without me realizing it because it happened so fast, I 'knew' what she meant by '20 years old'.
So I associated her with some level of responsibility, oh she's living by herself, and now she's in college, she's a student, she's studying all the time, she probably has a job, she's old enough to know these things, she's not quite 21, she's not quite this, she's not quite that, she's not this, she's not that, and I realized before I knew it, I had judged her by the things she called herself. And what I knew that thing to be, was because I had grown up in a culture that sort of imprinted that idea of that thing in my mind.
So in America, we have a 'good understanding' of what it means to be a republican. Well, most of us.
We have a 'good understanding' of what it means to be a democrat.
In other countries, that might not be the case. They might not know what it means to be democrat or a republican.
They have different systems, their world doesn't work exactly like ours.
You guys see the point. But what I -what I wanted to highlight in this idea, was that there is a balance to these things we call ourselves.
And we judge people based on these balances. Before we allow them to explain themselves, we judge them based on these ideas. So, when she had told me all that she was, 'I'm this, I'm that, I'm this, I'm that'
What she was actually saying at the same time, was 'I'm not this, I'm not that. I'm not this, I'm not that.'
And we tend to lose this emphasis on the balance when we're judging people. We forget that (I've posted a couple posts like this before)
-
We forget what that means.
And we also forget that at the end of the day so many of us live such similar lives, but because we call ourselves something different; we actually distance ourselves from many people, but bring ourselves closer to others as well.
So people keep asking me, 'what is it like to be a celebrity?' And I'll tell you, I gain a lot and I lose a lot.

[Impressment. Anticipated reaction.] - My thoughts I share with specific beings, on how we alter our personas relative to another.
[INSPIRATION: (COLE)TURE]
-
The face you use as a canvas, the clothes you douse yourself in, your armoire aesthetic, your persona attribute; Every discourse of the human social life is intended for a reaction. Though you don't care how the response you receive is given. The thing you concede most to is that when you see someone in public, whether it be someone you know or not, you realize you're going to be seen. The person you come across will notice you, so you decide you must act accordingly.
Now, to the thought that tortures those who ponder: If every time a human is acknowledged by another, and both individuals are acting accordingly of which they are both relative to each others view and acuity, then when will their true human persona lie bare? When will their true opinion and inner intellect stand in view?
-
Must there be an ultimate privacy for the truth to be revealed? Must removing your presence from the situation be the only course of action in order to discover the truth of a scenario?
-
Why must we alter the way we act, our personal image, according to the charisma of the independant human who lies in front of us?
-

When you're trapped in an psychological state of reality, it's the questions that pace through your mind that torture you.
I readed it all. And I don't have any words to describe it.
 

Rolls

Active Mouse
i dont things like this often but oh well.


the way your eyes sparkle and shine.
a light that brings out the sky.
the way you question and doubt
a reason for you dont know why.
sadly neither do i.
 

Corpse_husband

MAH CHEESE!
it's 4 am but ok

Trust issues
There once was a women who was full with sadness
Once the world came around and filled her with madness
Made her house crooked and close her eyes
But little did she know she was at her ties!
Once awoken felt a pain that would pass
Little did she know she stepped on glass
Unconditional pain she cried for help
Then a sparrow came to her yelp
He whispered and mumbled small lullabies
But what she didn't know was all of them were lies!
Trusting and leaving her pain in the heart
But what the little lady didn't know is that she stole his heart.

Ugh I hate rhymes
LOL
please correct me with spelling
Grammar with . , etc is wrong ik

A poem to my beloved, _

You make the sun rise such as morning pie
You make me giggle and fill with butterflies
Smiles galore, smiles to be told
Some happiness will never be forgot
Thank you for everything you small little bat
For whatever I should know you gave my heart a tap


Any errors please correct me
 

Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager
Thoughts in a shambles,
Crowds pushing silence,
And all that’s invited are rambles.
Fears are all that I gamble,
Only so I end up in a scramble.
So I lack restraint,
And my soul stays
But my sight slowly drifts away,
And my mind enters a new phase.

May you give me your orders,
And I shall create the border,
Between reality and fantasy
But if you so dare pass,
And break this wall of glass,
I cannot promise
Whether you’ll last.
If you so do enter the opposite side,
then I will only give a piece of advice,
so you do not astray too far.

Keep trace of what you had,
Keep count of what you have,
And listen to those who provide
Endless riddles along your path.
If you shall encounter wrath,
Remember these words dearly,
Do not panic,
And do not scathe,
Because your last bit of patience,
Is all you’ll have.
 

Cryaotic

¡Ándale! ¡Ándale!
[What is right, and what is wrong?] - This challenged my thoughts.
[(COLE)TURE INSPIRATION]
If one individual sides outlook is undoubtedly good, and their ethnocentric belief they hold within the mind of their being justify their actions, then they, to themselves, are right.
If one individual sides outlook is undoubtedly evil, and their ethnocentric belief they hold within themself of their being justify their actions, then they, too, are right, to themselves.
When deciding what is good and what is evil, how does one determine which side is justified if both narratives hold equal weight?
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Do we ally ourselves more heavily with one because it is more socially acceptable?
Do we truly believe that one side, and if we do does that make us more right than the other?
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Is it right because it's socially acceptable?

[(Short) Damaged]
[(COLE)TURE Inspiration]
You're looking at a chandelier. There's something abnormal about this chandelier, however, one of the lights seem to be broken.
In a real life scenario, you notice the broken light first.
The broken light will catch your attention the quickest, or it may gather most of your attention.
It's funny how we surround ourselves with the broken.
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The damaged ones are always the most interesting I think.

[Affection] - I don't really like this one, it's not as strong as I anticipated. In other words, it doesn't make you think the way I want you to.
"Did I fall in love with you, or did I foolishly fall in love with your love?"
Humans. They all have a personality, they have traits that make them who they are.
Though with personalities comes pros and cons. Not everyone is who they say they are, perhaps whilst introducing themselves, they leave out a few traits due to laziness; perhaps they don't want to list all of them. Or, perhaps, they want you to see only one side of them.
There's one side of which is the ultimate good, and one side of which, is the ultimate evil. We all possess both of these sides.
Though the thought that rushes through my head when one loves another, do they love them for who they are, or do they love them for their love? If one shows only how they behave when they are in love, then when will one see the opposites true self? Do they have a true self? Do they favour the other? Have they even seen how the other acts truthfully? If not, must they exchange their personality for the individual to reveal their other side?
Must one return their devotion because they love the other persons alternate persona?
-
Humans are often oblivious to the other side of a hominid, no?
 

Cateqa

Active Mouse
they told me that everyone would be happy and well, i can see that. sometimes it feels like i'm the only one feeling a chilling feeling of coldness and everybody is still being hopeful and happy. they haven't seen what i've been through. they will never know what it was, because i cannot tell them, and i cannot tell anyone, for what they will see. sometimes i don't have any feelings, just a cold stab in my heart that makes me feel invisible and immortal. sometimes, i just look through the window and see all those joyful kids with high spirits in their heads, but they never notice me. maybe, im just the only one in my lonely world.
 

Camzdaddy

Little Mouse
the first time i recall feeling alive - really, truly alive - was just a few months ago.
when i decided to do something completely insane, completely out of my mind.
i felt alive when i first climbed that pole to a trapeze tens of feet above the ground.
i felt that rush in my veins that quickened my heart rate
that focus mingled with ferocity. and from that moment on,
i craved that feeling for the rest of my life.
i felt alive when i said what was really on my mind
and i stood up for myself, hands on hips
voice shaking, but still strong as my tongue cut like a knife.
i felt alive when i looked into his eyes
and let myself wonder what lay beneath that blazing brown,
i felt alive when i made that choice
that dare to be different. i was moving onto bigger, better things.
i felt alive when i winced and cringed
but still killed that spider in the corner of my room,
when i realised that with a bit of courage you can do anything, really.
i felt alive when i danced that night
infatuation flooding the air as i took a deep breath
and held my hand out for him
i felt alive when i made the most random, craziest decisions,
the ones that pop into your head out of nowhere:
"what if?"
i learnt that if you want to feel alive, all you have to do is follow that voice.
 

Kibs

Pingless
it's a miserable thing,
finding happiness in a day.
only to have it wiped away.

in a matter of seconds, so many things can happen.
a new life can be made.
a new beginning.
a new friend.
your first crush.
your first love.
your first kiss.
your first

ah

heartbreak
you selfish thing
how i despise you
you and
how you make me want to hate her but
you just won't let me because

i'm nothing but a godforsaken fool in your eyes that you only play with like a puppet solely for your entertainment.

i'm nothing but the hollow shell of someone who used to be the sweetest, liveliest, h a p p i e s t kid you'd ever see.

i'm nothing but a guy who's lost so many things he used to care about and still does but just can't find the determination, the motivation he used to have because he's lost them as well.

he's lost his will to do anything

but wallow in useless self-pity.
 
I would write a story but would it take too much space? Pls tell me
 

Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager
Fear is a Thief
Tick,
Tock,
Don’t just stand
As if time stopped.
Tick,
Tock,
There’s no such thing
As a lock.
After all, everything is open
But multiple choices
Only to be followed by
Different consequences.

Time froze,
But the clock still moves
Unbroken,
Yet twisted.
Sirens blocked by
The endless seconds.
Tick,
Tock,
You seem to be stuck at the block.
Don’t tell me
That’s all you’ve got.

Emotions,
Become our own manipulators.
Reason,
Become our own guardians.
Trouble,
Gives us our own experience.
Pain,
Makes time feel quick but slow.
Life,
Purpose behind everything.
Death,
Stuck behind the name of grief.

Tick,
Tock,
Your time is almost up.
Did you think
Your little clock could be patient
With a fool like you?
Tick,
Tock,
It’s time for your mind to be made up.
So,
Pour your thoughts into that cup
And prepare because
The worst is about to come.

But what comes with negative,
Joins in with positive
And then becomes neither negative or positive
But only reality in behold of ourselves.
Trust
Doesn’t only come with truth,
But it comes with reliability
And loyalty.
Tick,
Tock,
Hey,
Your times up.
 

Cryaotic

¡Ándale! ¡Ándale!
[(Short) Patience]
We're all waiting for something.
But who knows, people have limits. Though, what if you are not sure what you're waiting for? What if you just don't know if what you're waiting for will hither with positivitity, or negativity? Would this be another thing that drags on your curiosity?
We tend to tether a little patience, no?

[Interest] - Not really satisfied with this one either, you can guess the reason.
[(COLE)TURE INSPIRATION]
It's funny how we take love the things we know little about. There's always those things you take interest in, those things are what we, as habitual hominids, reside as hobbies. These hobbies are the sort of commodities we do out of our own spare, satisfaction. Every individual has a different hobby, some may have the same one, and some may not. However, not every hobby is conducted alike another. Let's take drawing, for instance, perhaps someone else draws the eyes of a creature larger than the way you draw eyes, or perhaps they draw with materials of which differ from yours. Perhaps when someone writes, they write from a particular characters perspective.
Though the question that has my full attention is, why do we commit ourselves to these hobbies? When you notice you run low on ideas, do you feel the necessity to force yourself to create some idealized image in your head in which will provide you implicated suggestions to rid that pesky block, or will you just lose interest in that specific hobby all together? If you didn't lose the dignity you had for your distinct hobby and it remained unabated ~hence~ your leisure, would it be because your curiosity of the ideas you have yet to explore lay untethered, or because you just like it? And if you just liked it, why do you?
Humans tend to devote some of their affection to the things they know little, if not, nothing about.

[Rationality]
[(COLE)TURE INSPIRATION]
There is always a motive of which speaks for itself, whether its definition be public, or secret. But when masked under secrecy, when will the partisan speak for itself? The idea we as hominids tend to belittle most relative to question, is that all motives are based off intellectual thought. All motives are built off theoretical considerations, infatuations, logical rationale. However, that does not mean every reason is seen rational to all. Considering not all people think relative to another, some may find another individuals motive to be irrational, and others may view it as otherwise. Even though we depreciate the idea that all actions come with reason, why do we periodically (depending on scenario of which speaks truth itself) deduce the notion that things may be done in the absence of reason? Is it because we defy paying any attention to the opposing side, or because we constantly avoid redress? If we continue to nullify reason, is it because of anger and emotion? Or do we fear the consequences of the soon to be public reason? Perhaps, we avoid it because we rely on our ethnocentric belief.
Why do we constantly reject the idea that all actions come with reason and conseqence?
Do we claim that an action was done without cause because we do not understand the opposing sides theoretical reasoning, or because we just happen to disagree with the idea in general?
-
Nothing is done without reason, not even nothing.
 

Neurological

MAH CHEESE!
Not really that much of a writer but I'll give it a go
''Where- where am I?'' I questioned,
Awoken in my own bed from the fright which consumed me as I tried to run from it
Trying to scream, but my voice has been forcibly muted and strangled as if a foot was pressed upon...
''No, no..'' I can't think, my mind has been clogged and made numb from the existing pain lingering
It tingles, it holds me captive and surrounds me as I try to rise from my slumber
My fists clenched tight, eyes bloodshot and the cold sweat running down can't make me feel anymore sane than I am...
The possessor of my mind is still there, whenever I close my eyes to when I wake up from the innocent screams in my head..
''IT HURTS..''
I can't free myself from this, until the morning rises and hides the darkness with its curtain candle lights, I remain here..
Remains of this pain...
 

Aesthetic

MAH CHEESE!
Credit to Neurological @Ayyeitsrita for the idea and Weeknd @Weeknd for past support on short stories I wrote!
The days of which I could run freely, of which I could smile without fear, were long lost in the depths of my mind - like curtains to a window.
White crystals of snow, barely as big as a beetle, swirled down in front of me in cascades, often setting on the branches around me as I huddled along the icy road to my home. The ground beneath me crunched and gnawed on my already frozen toes, the wind nipping at my earlobes in sharp, smooth motions. My once soft and velvety cloak was now stiff, as if frozen in time - all the red hues that had once sat comfortably on my shoulders were now the bland colour of blood, bringing discomfort and sorrow in my wake.
"Rhy?"
I turned swiftly on my heel to see Jac, a local woodcutter's son, reeling towards me. Nausea fluttered through me as he came closer, my legs unwilling to move. Run run run my body cried; run before he gets you it screamed - to no avail. Jac's twisted hair, clumped and greasy, certainly proclaimed his role as a woodcutter-to-be. His old coat was patched at the elbows and the waist, and his glowing fire-lit eyes traced my body swiftly as he neared.
"Rhy, I've been looking everywhere for you!" he cried as he slowed to a stop before my shivering figure. My already-stiff legs locked up as his hand, calloused from the axe he always used - "Beatrice", he called it - reached for my frozen cheeks. Get away from me, I wanted to cry, you've done enough damage to me!
"I can't say the same for you," I said bluntly, watching the hurt flash over his rugged features, over his fiery eyes. My silvery, silken hair wafted in the breeze in response, almost slapping him repeatedly as if it sensed my anger and sorrow.
"Come on, Rhy; you know what has to happen," he sighed. I could sense the sadness, the dismay, in his voice as it scraped over the wind around us. I wished the wind would take him away from me forever.
"That doesn't mean I'm going to suck up to you and your sugar daddy!"
A growl of which I've heard too many times to count rumbled from deep within his throat as he ran a hand through his mop of hair.
I could already tell today was going to be a long, long day.
Information:
"Mind Games" is a novella I started writing this morning, thanks to the idea I got from Rita. I am hoping to make it interesting enough so people can read it and my talent can be seen by those who haven't seen my short stories; which is pretty much everyone except for Week.
I'm just going to say thank you to those two again for the idea and the support. ♥
 
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Chlomaki

Former EN Community Manager
__Every fantasy has every bit of reality included. Hints and riddles, they aren’t as hidden as you may think. If you cannot bear with pain, then you cannot bear with experience. If you cannot find strength, then you cannot find weakness. You may ask to be emotionless, but there is no such thing as no pain. No such thing as eternal happiness, because every bit of that happiness has sorrow mixed in. Where you wish for forever smiles, you start to want a change. Your emotions manipulate you, and reason is what guides you. You have a choice, but do not expect it to be easy, as it’ll always be tough. It creates your future, every minute and second of it. You fall for your naïve mindsets, you become the victim and lose the confidence that you once had. You believe there is no way back, no way to continue, and that loss of determination falls into the pit of your own despair. Only you can help yourself, and those besides you are your supporters. Those who may discourage you also support you, whether it be intentional or unintentional. You make your own mistakes, and you allow it to possess your being. Now, will you proceed?

idk i made this during my free time and when i saw something a person said so yeah...
i tried making something that isn't a poem so yaaaaaa yeeeepeppeppe
 

Camzdaddy

Little Mouse
I'm not going to be afraid to point you out.
I'm not afraid of you, and I know you think that.
And, I know you'll be reading this because your friend will show you,
but that doesn't matter.
All that matters is what I am going to say,
what I am going to do,
and why I will do it.
You were just a boy, yeah? A regular one, actually.
Just going on about your day on an online game, speaking to your friends.
I mean, I don't judge love, you find it in the most craziest places.
I don't know why I talked to you, but I guess I was interested,
or bored, or both, who knows. We didn't talk much but I could tell
a friendship was going to form sooner or later. I thought you were funny,
you thought I was cute. You may not recall saying it, but I do.
It's stuck in my brain and I can't get it out. I remember the exact conversation,
you were so hopeless. You were so sad, and you told me
that i helped a lot. I felt like i did something good. Few months pass,
we talk again but I'm with someone who didn't deserve me.
We talked as if we were some stupid 12 year old kids in 6th grade.
I fought with her, you fought with her. I was so afraid you hated me.
I genuinely liked you, and my heart was crushed
after that night. I was afraid to talk to you,
I had thought I ruined a lot, and I do, I've learned that.
But you, for some reason, trusted me, and cared and understood
what had happened. That had made me fall harder for you.
I didn't know you had a girlfriend. I didn't think it would last long,
did we even have something? What were we?
You had protected me, trusted me, and i guess you loved me,
from what I was told. You were all I wanted, and all I needed.
You were my support system. You were the person I went to when
I had free time. You were the person who I just
wanted my finger tips against. You always tried to make sure
I was okay, and that I was safe. You were so different, I thought.
You cared. You helped me through the
hard times, and you helped me enjoy the good ones too.
I just got tired of waiting. I wanted to be yours, and finally, I realized,
that you didn't want me like you said you had. But in that moment,
I was angry, and all I wanted to do was to prove to you
that I was capable of doing things on my own,
acting like a human, and showing just a little bit
of me, and just keeping a friend from hurting.
You didn't like it, and honestly, I saw it coming after.
I regretted it, yeah, but there is nothing I can do to change it.
I confessed everything, I am who I am and I am proud to be who I am.
You don't care for why I did what I did, and why I chose to,
and what triggered me to do that. And, that isn't my fault.
That is you acting like a child. I still love you with all my heart
and I wish I didn't. I wish I hated you like you hate me,
but we always don't get things that we want
and I think I now, know that line by heart.
The thing that hurt the most out of this experience
was when you told me you faked it all,
you faked all of the love.
You're the type of people who give me trust issues.
I can't even trust my boyfriend now,
I barely talk to him, all I do is contemplate
whether if I should just end my life
or stay alive because maybe, just maybe
I have a purpose in this place.
And it's so sad that I had to actually admit that
and think that because, no one deserve that.
But apparently, I do.
It's a shame that even after all I've shared
that you still tell me to kill myself,
and continue to insult me,
and make fun of what I do.
You know, I usually don't care for those type
of things anymore, but you got to me.
I'm sorry, for missing you.
Loving you was a huge regret,
but hey, thanks for making me strong.
That's one good thing that's come out of this.
 
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